Date: Thu, 29 Feb 2024 09:41:40 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 156e

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Darius glanced round and the hum of an electric motor started as the
privacy screen closed, cutting us off from the front of the vehicle. I was
sat directly opposite Forts on one of the jump seats. He looked straight at
me, his head slightly cocked to the side. Forts and I hadn't broken eye
contact. I swallowed, "Well? I am waiting to hear what you have to say."

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 156e

Part 156e minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Captain Tim Krueger – (Tim/Captain Krueger/Krugs) US Army. Captain of
South African Boer heritage.

Mathews – (Matty) Castle Fraser - 3rd year.

Kenneth Jones – (Kenneth/Jones) 16yr old. One of the orphans now staying
at Downe House.

**

Forts takes up the story

James and I had a long chat in the car on the way to meet the government
minister. When I finished telling him the story of 'that night', he had
nodded, quietly.

I watched as he formulated what he wanted to say. "Forts, I will be honest
with you, as I believe you have been with me this time. But this is not the
story Davy knows."

I shifted uncomfortably, "Davy has spoken to you about 'that night'?"

James nodded. "Yes, he thought I should know everything there was to know
about you both before I became your equerry."

I bit my lip. He hadn't mentioned to me that he had spoken to James about
this.

James' eyes didn't leave me. "Are you intending to tell him the truth?"

I didn't answer.

James continued, "Forts, you are my friend, I know you employ me, but,
first and foremost, I am your friend. No good can come from either you
sleeping with Barny again or with telling Davy the truth about that first
time you spent together."

"Isn't that a little dishonest?"

"Forts, we all have secrets that we would prefer our partners didn't find
out about."

"Do we?" I looked at James quizzically.

"Of course we do. We were all young once and did some things which, looking
back now, were probably not moments to be proud of. Look at Darius."

I nodded. "James, I hear you, I just don't understand why my head is in
such a mess. I don't know why, but I need to see Barny again."

James watched me, "I don't think there is anything wrong with you seeing
him as long as it is just for dinner or similar, but you can't have sex
with him again. You have to remember your family and who you now are."

I shook my head. "That's easier said than done. I thought lots of royals
have sex with people other than their partners."

James didn't answer me directly. "Forts, I know I am not the first person
to say this to you. We all know how practically overnight you went from
being an effective nobody to a lost Russian prince and now look at you,
heir to the Russian Throne. Consequently, you missed out on the upbringing
and training that goes with your noble birth. No one is blaming you. On the
other hand, I was immersed in all this." Jame waved his hand. "My parents
ensured my brother and I were ready to take over the family name and
estates at some point in the future." James paused, "You are right, many
royals and aristocrats, as you call us, do have extramarital sex, but we
have been brought up to it... It is a way of life," James chuckled, "I know
how ridiculous that sounds, but that doesn't mean it is compulsory. Forts,
you are no good at covering up your wrong doing. You look guilty, and from
what I see, you feel guilty, and worse. Your average royal and aristo don't
have those feelings, they are incapable of them."

I guffawed, "James, you make it sound like it would be okay if I had been
raised by my own parents."

James' expression remained firm, "It would be. Neither you nor Davy, more
importantly, were raised to all this, nor do you know how to play the game
so that no one gets hurt. You are both far too kind and compassionate."

I couldn't stop myself from smiling, "James, please," I winked, "Maybe we
should have you teach us, so we can have some fun."

He just stared back, this was serious to him. "Sorry Forts, that's not
going to happen. Those kinds of deceptions and falsehoods are nothing to be
proud of, believe me."

I knew he was right. We sat in silence for a few minutes. "James, I have
decided that I will meet Barny for lunch, but that is it. Thank you for all
your advice about this."

James nodded.

I winked and chuckled, desperate to lighten the mood. "Oh, and for standing
up to me. I nearly sacked you."

James grinned, "Forts, you can't sack someone who is in the process of
resigning, and I was pretty close to doing that."

I winked, "You couldn't leave me."

James chuckled, "Don't kid yourself, Your Imperial Majesty."


**

James takes up the story

I hadn't been looking forward to practically forcing Forts to speak to me
in the car. I was pleased, however, that he had been open and honest and
that he had listened to me and seemed to have come to a decision that I
could live with.

*

I won't bore you with the details of the meeting with the government
minister. Suffice to say, he wanted assurances from Dima, Robert, and
William that they would do nothing to harm the delicate relations of the
three war allies. Dima had given the minister a curt nod, I could see Forts
smiling to himself.

There was still no date for the sailing of the ship that Dima, Robert, and
William would take either. Well, none anyone was going to share with
us. So, it was all back to the hotel to wait.

I travelled with Forts again. We were having a good laugh, thank goodness
he seemed to be back to his old self.


**

Davy picks up the story the following morning

I sat wondering what Forts was up to. I was missing him as usual. Bored, I
reached for the envelope that had arrived from Mishcon's office just after
Forts had left again. I opened the file it contained and flicked through it
again.

"Marcus, can you get hold of Chris, Tobias, and David and ask them to come
and see me, please?"

I checked the document and dialled the number on it. "Good Morning, I am
interested in viewing a property I understand you are selling... Which one?
... Err Dunecht House and Estate. I wondered when it would be possible for
me to view it... Well, I was thinking today, this afternoon... Two o'clock?
Yes, that will be fine... Yes, the Duke of Pittodrie... Yes, I will see you
later."

I put down the phone as Marcus returned, "Davy, Chris is over at Castle
Fraser, but Tobias and David are coming to see you."

Damn, I had wanted Chris to come with me. Oh well, couldn't be
helped. Tobais and David arrived a few minutes later. I explained what I
wanted to do. It was decided that Tobias would drive me and David would
remain with Dan to make sure the boys and the house remained safe. Tobias
winked, "Shall I get Forts' Jeep? It's a lovely day out there."

I nodded, "Yes, that would be fun."

Twenty minutes later, I headed down to the main entrance. Tobias was
already there waiting in the Jeep. I got the impression he was excited to
be spending some time alone with me again. We had always gotten on so well,
but things had been a bit strained since the whole thing with Mark Edwards.

I was just about to get in when an olive green American military staff car
appeared from the drive. Whoever it was began to beep the horn. Tobais
jumped out of the Jeep and stood in front of me. I felt my own hand slip to
my concealed pistol. The staff car skidded to a halt next to us in a cloud
of gravel and dust. It was Tim, Tim Krueger, Captain Tim Krueger.

I felt my stomach flip as my spirits soared. I hadn't seen him since the
night of the party. He leapt out of the staff car, beaming. "Davy, phew,
looks like I nearly missed you. Where are you off to?"

Those perfect turquoise eyes. That Boer accent of his and his beautifully
tailored, well fitted uniform made me feel weak at the knees. "I am just
off to look at a new house."

"Fancy some company?" he flashed me a broad smile.

"Well, it's just me and Tobias. Forts is away in London, but you are
welcome to come unless you wanted to see Forts." I could hear myself
stammering in time to my heart fluttering.

He winked, "I knew Forts was away. It's you I came to see. And yes, I would
love to come."

"Just let me grab this." I saw Tobias glance at me as Tim turned back to
his vehicle and reappeared clutching a small backpack. He opened it,
grinning as he showed me it contained a chilled bottle of white wine and
two glasses. "Perhaps we can stop off somewhere to enjoy this?" He pulled
out the wine and waggled the bottle at me.

I swallowed, "Yes, that would be lovely." I knew I was blushing. Tobias'
eyes followed me as he opened the door for me. I climbed into the rear of
the Jeep. He turned to Tim, "I expect you will want to join me up front?"

Tim grinned and jumped into the back next to me, he smiled at Tobais,
"Nope." Then gave me a wink.

*

It was lovely to see Tim again. We laughed most of the way. I kept catching
the look of Tobias in the rearview mirror; it was hard to interpret. We
motored through the hamlet of Achath and then along to Dunecht, where at
the T junction he took the turning for Loch Skene. We turned right off the
main road in to a car park by a pair of gate tower houses, both now
abandoned. I had been here before with Gethin and Callum.

>From the carpark there was a small path which, you will remember, lead
down to Loch Skene. Waiting for us in the carpark was a small car. A
well-dressed man, probably in his early fifties, got out and came over to
the Jeep as we arrived.

He hesitated, seeing a smartly dressed Tobias in the front and an American
Army Officer in the rear alongside a young man, not even yet twenty. He
turned to Tobias and bowed, "I am Guthrie Dalrymple, Welcome, Your Grace."

I could see Tobias' look of horror reflected in the rearview mirror. He
quickly recovered and turned to look at me. "Mr Dalrymple, may I introduce
his Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie."

Dalrymple turned, a momentary look of embarrassment at his faux pax
flashing across his face. He smiled and bowed to me, "Your Grace, Welcome
to the Dunecht Estate."

"Thank you, Mr Dalrymple." The man seemed unable to take his eyes off of
me. He hovered, until finally, Tobias asked, "Should we follow you? Or
would you like to hop in and you can describe the area to his Grace as we
drive to the House?"

Dalrymple clambered rather ungainly into the front of the Jeep. "Drive
straight on, driver."

I couldn't stop myself from laughing as Tim dug me in the ribs, chuckling.

I leant forward, "Sorry, Mr Dalrymple, may I call you Guthrie, this is not
my driver, this is Tobias my bodyguard."

The poor man, I actually felt quite sorry for him. He blushed a deeper
shade of pink, "Oh, my apologies, Your Grace... Err, if you could follow
this road." He pointed in front between the two gate towers and their open
black wrought-iron with gilded detail gates.

*

Guthrie had obviously prepared his spiel, or maybe he had just repeated it
many times. Half facing the rear of the Jeep, he began. "Your Grace,
Dunecht House sits on seventeen hundred acres of landscaped grounds and
woodlands. We are currently driving down the main carriageway to the house,
you will see it is lined with copper birch trees... Blah, Blah, Blah." I
was desperately trying not to laugh as Tim pointedly yawned whenever
Guthrie looked away. I kept catching Tobias' stare too, first at Tim and
then at me in the rearview mirror. I was still unable to decipher it.

Through the trees, I saw the tall square granite tower first. Guthrie
informing us that it was a one hundred feet tall bell tower. At the
pinnacle was a huge flag pole, piercing the beautiful afternoon sky. I
could just imagine Forts' standard fluttering from it. The driveway led to
another set of highly decorated wrought-iron gates, set between huge
granite pillars, atop the pillars winged dragons or were they griffins? I
would have to inspect them closer, if dragons, was that a sign?

Tim and I both gasped as the main house came fully into view. Initially, it
appeared to be mainly two stories high, with the exception of the bell
tower and numerous turrets, but the closer we got, more of the house was
revealed. A lower floor seemingly hidden behind immaculately tendered grass
banks, which gave the impression the house was floating. Guthrie continued;
I was paying a lot more attention now, even Tim was silent, taking it all
in.

"The original house was remodelled and extended by William Smith, the same
architect who worked on Balmoral for Queen Victoria. You may have noticed
the similar look and feel."

I nodded, Guthrie was right.

"Smith refashioned the building's faηade, adding the huge bay windows
and, oh, the bell tower. He was also responsible for the addition of the
Doric Porte cochere and Belvedere in the garden."

Tim glanced at me, obviously as stupid as me, neither of us knew what
Guthrie was talking about, but neither wanting to say. Tobias obviously
noticed, casually adding, "A Doric Porte cochere? Excellent. Your Grace,
you won't have to get wet getting out of the car when it's raining
anymore". Ahh, it dawned on me, there was one at Balmoral and Buckingham
Palace, basically a covered area with doors leading into the house which
vehicles could enter so the passengers could alight without being exposed
to the weather. Tobias gave me a friendly wink in the rearview mirror.

I mouthed, "Thank you." I still had to find out what a Belvedere was, I
would try to ask as we were shown round the house.

"That bit looks like a church!" Tim was pointing to a very churchy looking
imposing building to our left.

"Yes, that is the family chapel, it was added in the 1870s at the same time
as the library."

Tim and I stared at it, Tim casually touched my hand, he grinned at me,
"It's huge!" He wasn't wrong.

*

Guthrie directed Tobias to stop the Jeep under the Doric Porte
cochere. "Ahh, this must be the Doric Porte cochere" I rolled my r's just
like real French folk.

Tim burst out laughing, quickly taking the wind from my sails, "Look at you
sounding all French and posh. 'Oh la la, Oi he hoh'."

We both ended up in fits of laughter, as I mocked his heavy South African
Boer accents attempts at sounding French.

Guthrie glanced at him and then at me, but said nothing. He did, however,
turn to Tobias and muttered under his breath the phrase, "Ah nouveau
riche."

I saw Tobias, his face turning really hostile, he stepped towards Guthrie,
as he hissed back, "How dare you! His Grace is kinder and richer than you
could ever comprehend. Now get on with your job!"

Guthrie swallowed and nodded. He turned back to Tim and me. "Your Grace, if
you would follow me. I will take you into the property. It consists of
several formal reception rooms, an owner's suite of rooms, twenty-four
guest bedrooms, kitchens, storerooms and staff accommodation."

We made our way into the house, through a set of double doors, finding
ourselves before a magnificent ornate staircase. We were surrounded by
carved marble statues, painted ceiling, oak panel walls and equally ornate
plasterwork ceilings. Tim didn't say much, but I caught him looking at me a
couple of times. I wasn't sure what was going through his mind.

Guthrie led us into a particularly magnificent, but empty room. It had
panelled wooden walls, and a ceiling festooned with ornate plasterwork. A
large fire place took pride of place to one side, it was stone, but above a
large carved surround picked up the wall carving. Guthrie hurried forward
and opened the window shutters, revealing huge windows looking out onto the
manicured lawns. The room was flooded with light. Proudly he announced,
"This is the morning room, Your Grace, one of my personal favourites." I
could see why. It reminded me of the Garden Room at Pittodrie.

Tobias joined me at the huge bay window. He pointed to a small domed and
glazed stone structure overlooking the house and lawns. "That will be the
Belvedere." I looked at him and he grinned, "Think posh garden Summer
House," he gave me another wink.

I nodded back, then called Tim over, "Oh Tim, that's the Belvedere, it's a
summer house, I could tell in the Jeep you weren't sure."

Tim beamed, "We don't have them like that in South Africa." Tobias stifled
a laugh and moved away, giving me another knowing smile.

We spent the next couple of hours wandering through the houses, many rooms,
and corridors. The house still contained lots of pieces of what looked like
fitted and original antique furniture. At one end of each room was a
rolled-up carpet; many looking like they were handmade and Persian. This
lack of floor covering exposed the heavy wooden oak floor planks and tiled
floors. Everything, including the paintings and the many chandeliers, were
covered with ghostly dust sheets. Thankfully, Guthrie walked ahead of us,
while we looked round each room, opening up the heavy wooden window
shutters in the next room, allowing the afternoon sun into the rooms.

The tour was finally complete and Guthrie led us back to the 'Morning Room'
and out onto the lawn beyond.

"I will give Your Grace some time alone to look around. If you have any
further question, please don't hesitate to ask. I will wait here."

"Thank you, Mr Dalrymple. Thank you very much."

It was a beautiful day, Tim and I walked slowly through the manicured
garden towards what was it Guthrie had called it again? The 'Belvedere'
that was it. It sat on one of the corners of the formal garden and
overlooked the house, lawns and parkland to the small loch beyond.

I felt Tobias' eyes on me again as Tim took hold of my arm. "Davy, that
looks like the perfect spot, come on." He then paused, winked and nodded
over his shoulder towards Tobias, who was following us about twenty feet
behind. Tim leant in towards my ear, "I don't have a glass for him," he
chuckled, then looking into my eyes. Those perfect turquoise eyes with
their dark rings causing my heart to miss a beat. "Oh, Davy, it is good to
see you again." I had to look away, or I think I might have fainted.

There was a cough from behind us as Tobias cleared his throat. Tim grinned
and smiled, "I don't think he likes me."

Opening the glazed doors, we moved inside the small room. It held a large
white painted, wrought-iron table, with several two-seat wicker couches
surrounding it.

Tim put down his flat cap and the backpack on the table and turned to
me. "Well, do I get to give you a cuddle?"

I nodded, "I would like that."

Tim smiled and wrapped his arms round me. His body felt so firm,
comforting, just like when Forts hugged me. Tim gave me a little peck on
the lips and winked. My heart fluttered, but it was soon stilled as I
looked over Tim's shoulder straight into the emotionless eyes of Tobais,
watching me through the glazed windows.

**


Kenneth Jones takes up the story

Mr Thomas had insisted I return to school this morning. I didn't want to. I
still hadn't seen or heard from Lillis. Then, after morning classes, there
he was, dining room monitor.

He came up to me, smiling with his sidekick Mathews in tow. "Hi,
Kenny. Where have you been? I haven't seen you about."

"I could say the same thing!" I snapped back at him, "Well, apart from
seeing you with that old man, Monty!" I sneered.

Matty glanced at Lillis, who just shook his head, "He's talking shit."

"No, I'm not. I saw you with him. He's old enough to be your grandad!"

Lillis laughed, trying to appear cool, he protested, "He is not that old."

Matty raised his eyes brows and did a pretty good impression of an old man
hobbling around with a walking cane. "You can fuck off, too." Lillis hissed
at Matty.

Lillis, his smile now gone, turned back to me, he gripped the front of his
kilt. "Anyway, Matty and me wondered if you were free after you finish
eating."

I shook my head, "No... And if I was, I wouldn't do anything with you,
anyway!"

Matty burst out laughing. Lillis glared at me. "Well, fuck you. You are a
shit fuck, anyway!"

I felt my body tense. I was determined not to give him the pleasure of
seeing me cry. "You're not that great yourself!" I shouted back, of course
I didn't mean it. Lillis spun on his heels, "Well, that's easily solved,
goodbye Jones!"

Matty stood and looked at me as Lillis stormed off. He glanced at Lillis
and then turned back to me, he leant forward, "Are you okay? Just ignore
him, Kenny... He likes you, really, a lot."

"Well, he has a funny way of showing it!" I couldn't contain myself
anymore. A tear ran down my cheek. I was so cross with myself... I didn't
want to cry! "You will have to excuse me, Matty." I got up and ran for the
door.

"Jones, your plate!" I heard Lillis shouting after me. His voice falling
silent as Matty said, "Leave him, I will put it away." Lillis muttered
something I couldn't make out. I stood in the corridor, wiping away my
tears, which were now flowing freely.

A hand came round my waist, "Hey, Kenny, ignore him, he can be an arse at
times."

I looked round, it was Matty. He smiled and handed me his hankie, "Here."

I took it and wiped my eyes, and then, without thinking, blew my nose. I
immediately looked up at him. "Oh, I'm sorry." I went to offer it back to
him, feeling totally embarrassed.

He winked at me, "No, err, I think you can keep that one."

He smiled again at me as I blushed. "Are you sure you are okay?"

I nodded. Matty reached out and took hold of my hand, "I know what you
need."

Before it had really registered, the door of the Linen Cupboard closed
behind us. Matty's eyes looked so kind and loving as he flicked off the
light. I felt his lips push to mine. My mind was racing as his tongue
pushed its way into my mouth. His strong arms held me tight, pulling me
against him. I could feel my cock hardening under my kilt. His hand dropped
and squeezed my arse cheek. He broke our kiss, "Is this okay? I don't want
to force you."

I nodded, gasping, "Yes," and kissed him back. You will remember I have
been shagged by Matty before, he was a nice guy, and kind. I liked him a
lot. I dropped my hands to his bum and squeezed, he chuckled as I began to
pull up his kilt, my hands slipping on to his bare skin. I could feel the
soft down that coated his legs and arse beneath my fingers. His hands were
still gripping my arse too, they held me tighter. His strong fingers
kneaded the flesh beneath my kilt like Landers does when he is making the
breakfast rolls. All the while, he continued to work his tongue hard in my
mouth. I felt him step forward, his hard cock now really pushing into me. I
slipped a hand round between us to fondle that lovely seven-inch cock and
his lovely plum sized balls. Although he was pretty thin, he had a lovely
man-sized cock.

His hands gathered up the material of my kilt, lifting it up above my
waist. If the lights were on, nothing would have been hidden, but here in
the dark, it was only a touch, which revealed that both of us were hard,
leaking, and willing. Matty gave a sexy moan as I squeezed his shaft. He
thrust his hips forward, fucking my hand, his precum smeared on to my cock
and stomach.

He gasped, "Do you want to...?"

I was already saying yes. "Yes, yes, I want to."

He chuckled and kissed me again as he stepped back. I heard a rustling and
what sounded like the snap of a sporran clip being undone. "One minute," he
whispered.

Then he was before me again. I could feel the heat from his body. Another
kiss to my lips and a psst sound. "Sniff," he urged. I breathed deeply, the
chemical smell filling my nose. "And again," Another deep sniff, my head
began to spin. Fuck I loved this stuff, pure 'pleasure in a bottle'. "Here
you take it." I felt for his hand and took hold of the small bottle.

It sounded like he had dropped to his knees, his voice seemed to come from
below me, this was confirmed as his hands gripped my waist. His mouth
nudged my groin as he located my cock. Having found it, he licked up the
length to the head, his tongue flicking my bow string. I nearly dropped the
poppers as my hands grabbed for his head. His tongue lapped at my cock
lips, gooey strands of my precum, connecting my cockhead with his
tongue. He sucked me for several minutes until, frightened of spunking all
over his face, I eased my cock from his mouth. "Please, I'm close," I just
managed to gasp.

Another chuckle, "Turn round and spread your legs." I did as he asked, his
hands guiding me round. I was now facing the wall, my legs apart and my
torso leaning slightly forward. He let out another groan as he buried his
face between my arse cheeks, his hands easing them apart to give him better
access. I stifled a moan of pleasure; Lillis had never taken this much time
to make sure I was enjoying myself.

Matty licked my hole before a finger joined his tongue, then a second. I
felt myself pushing back on to his fat fingers. Another chuckle, "You are
enjoying that." I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement, I
moaned, "Mmmmmm," anyway.

His fingers withdrew along with his tongue. There was a movement behind
me. I went to move. He obviously sensed it as neither of us could see
anything. "Stay still, take another sniff, I am just lubing up, I don't
want to hurt you."

I did as he said. He shuffled closer behind me, his feet moving between my
open legs. His finger, now slick and sticky, pushed back into my hole. His
head buried in to my neck and nibbled my ear, "Ready?"

"Yes."

He shuffled behind me, his hard slick cock manoeuvred between my arse
cheeks, he thrust gently but purposely upwards.

"Back a bit." I gasped, trying to help as his cockhead slid across my
taint.

He giggled, "Maybe I should put the light on."

I reached back, gripping his hot, slick shaft again. I got it into position
and gasped, "There."

He eased upwards again, this time, his cockhead slipped between my arse
lips and deep into me. I took another sniff of poppers. My head was
spinning. Matty began to fuck me, slowly at first, but building in speed
and power. His arm hooked round my chest again, and he pulled me back
against him. "Lillis doesn't deserve you. You are amazing." He nuzzled into
my neck again, his mouth once more nibbling my earlobe as his hips fucked
his full seven inches deep into me.

I could only moan in pleasure. His arm dropped and his hand located my
hard, dripping four inches. His fingers wrapped round the shaft. I was
always a bit embarrassed that my dick wasn't as big as everyone
else's. Slowly and in time with his thrusts, he began to wank me. I slumped
back against him. I had never been fucked so sensually as this. No one had
ever made sure I was enjoying it, too.

I continued to take more sniffs from the little bottle. I was flying.

"Kenny, I'm going to cum, I'm sorry." His voice snapped me back to the here
and now.

I had been neglecting my duties as a horny bottom. I concentrated on
gripping his dick with my arse muscles. He moaned and thrust harder. "Fuck,
your arse is gripping my dick... How do you do that... Shit!"

Matty buried his cock deep as he began to cum. My arse cheeks gripped him
tighter as my cock began to spurt my load against the wall in front of me.

"Did you just cum, too?" He panted, his hips still grinding his cock into
me.

I nodded and then gasped, "Yes."

Matty chuckled, and then his finger dragged over my spunky cockhead. His
arm moved, and he moaned, "You even taste good." He was eating my cum from
his fingers. His hand returned to my softening cock, and he milked out some
more of my teen cum. "You really do taste lovely. I will have to blow you
next time..." he paused, "If you would like a next time?"

I was nodded, panic overtook me, he wouldn't be able to tell. I turned
quickly to face him. "I would love that."

I could sense his smile, "Good, I would love it too." His lips pressed
against mine again. Then he pulled back, "We had better be getting out of
here."

The light flicked on. I squinted as my eyes, now used to the dark, reacted
to the bare bulb above us. Matty was smiling at me, "Thank you, Kenny, that
was great."

*

With both of us now dressed and decent again, we headed out in to the
corridor and walked straight into Mr McPhee.

"Jones, Matty? Everything okay?"

I blushed and looked down as Matty bumbled, "Err, Yes Mr McPhee".

McPhee's eyes flashed up and broke into a grin as he read the sign above
us. 'The Linen Cupboard'.


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know. Blackscar.

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